Sledge

by Jessie Cooke

  “I don’t want to use you to shock my parents. Trust me, they couldn’t be any more shocked than I’ve already made them. And I don’t have anything to prove to anyone. My money is mine. I earned it…all of it. I haven’t taken anything from my parents in years. I would appreciate it if you’d stop that ‘spoiled rich girl’ bullshit.”

  He smiled. He liked that when she’d had enough, she would stand up to him. “Okay, I’ll try. But you still never answered my question.”

  With another heated flush she said, “The really direct one?”

  He nodded. “I don’t see the point in playing with words. I’ve got better things to use my mouth for.”

  “Oh my God,” she said, but Sledge wasn’t even sure she’d meant to say it out loud. He was shocking her. The quiet, pathetic kid from prep school had grown up and judging by the look in her eyes, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to jump his bones or run out of the bar screaming. She nibbled at her bottom lip, tucked her hair back over her shoulders, and blushed again when his eyes went to her neck and his thoughts went to biting it.

  “Okay, so maybe I’m moving a little too fast,” he said, with another grin. “Why don’t you come sit over here next to me, and we’ll have one more drink? You can think about your answer for a while.”

  He thought she was going to refuse at first. Her cheeks were still flushed, and her chest was heaving up and down, and she was twisting her fingers together. Her hazel eyes never left his face, though, as she finished what was in her glass and then stood up. His eyes went to her legs as she moved around the table. He slid over in the booth, but just barely, forcing her to sit so close to him that their legs touched. His eyes went back down to her thighs, which were showing even more now. The skirt had ridden up slightly and left little to the imagination. His palms were itching to touch her, to see if she was as soft as she looked.

  First, he rested one big arm on the back of the booth behind her and motioned at the waitress with his other hand to bring two more drinks. They sat there, quietly, with only the sound of her rapid breathing between them until the waitress had put the drinks down in front of them. Daria picked hers up and actually gulped it. Sledge smiled and, unable to control himself any longer, brought his arm down off the booth and let that hand rest against the bare skin of her thigh. He felt her shake and heard her suck in a deep breath. He liked knowing that she wanted him. He wasn’t as confident as he wanted her to think he was, and part of him had been a little worried that she was going to turn him down and leave him feeling as stupid as he had back in high school.

  As he let his calloused palm explore the soft, warm skin of her thigh, Daria surprised him. She reached up with her left hand and rested it against the side of his face. She used her thumb to trace the skin around his lips and at last she let it skim across his bottom one, which he was sure was covered with drool by then. Scooting even closer to him, she leaned in and softly pressed her soft lips to his. It was just a light peck, but it was electric, and he felt a jolt race through his body. She smiled at him and then let her hand drop to his in her lap. She ran her fingers lightly across the back of it and then down between his fingers and back up his arm. He felt the goosebumps racing toward his spine and couldn’t catch himself before he shivered. With those sexy hazel eyes locked into his she said:

  “I have my answer. Would you like to come to my hotel room?”

  Sledge felt his cock begin to rise. He was going to get to fuck her…finally, after a decade of wondering what it would have been like. At least now he wasn’t some pimply-faced virgin who had no fucking clue what he was doing. “Yeah,” he said, “I’d like.”

  She grabbed his hand in hers just as he’d begun to slide it up underneath her skirt, and stood up. Sledge stood with her and then pulled out his wallet and tossed enough money on the table to settle the tab and give the waitress a healthy tip. Then, feeling almost like he’d been put into a time machine and maybe he was a virgin again, he followed Daria out of the bar.

  Once they were outside, he looked at his bike and it took him half a second to realize it would be fine where it was. But instead of following her out onto the sidewalk, he grabbed her by the waist and shoved her up against the side of the building. She moaned as his lips crashed down on hers and he swallowed it, tasting her passion on his tongue as he did. He leaned into her hard as they kissed, rubbing his crotch against her, trying to get a little relief from the aching that was going on between his legs. He felt her arch her back and rub back up against him, and things exploded in his head. One of her hands was between them, pressing into his chest, and he wondered if she could feel how fast and hard his heart was beating. He kissed her, tasted her, explored her mouth, until he had to take a breath, or pass out. When he broke the kiss, he kept his body pressed into hers and he brought one of his hands up to trace the curve of her jaw and run his thumb across her lips. She shocked him again by sucking his thumb into her mouth, closing her eyes and letting her tongue, lips, and hot cavernous mouth emulate the blowjob that his body was aching for. She was so fucking hot, and sexy. She had definitely learned a lot in the past ten years.

  He finally, reluctantly, pulled back his hand and put it on her waist. She opened her eyes and he used his hold on her to propel her down the sidewalk and toward the hotel. Once they made it to the hotel, and into the elevator, Sledge took charge again—this time, pushing her up against the wall and then sliding his hand up her smooth thigh until it disappeared underneath her skirt. In a breathless voice she said:

  “Whatcha looking for under there?”

  He smiled against her face where his lips had landed and as he slid them down toward her neck he whispered, “A pink pussy.” She whimpered, tipped her head to the side, and sighed as he began trailing soft kisses along her jaw and down across her neck. When the elevator opened on the sixth floor, his fingers were sliding along the inner part of her thighs, brushing the skin dangerously close to her drenched pussy and causing her body to convulse. The warmth of his breath and the softness of his lips sent an electric jolt through her body. His hand slid upwards past her knee, his fingertips inching under the hem of her dress. He stepped out, backwards, bringing her along with him. He started walking to his right, but she stopped him and steered them left. He had his tongue deep in her mouth all the way down the hall. He felt her stop and fumble for the key card, so he finally let her go. She kept her eyes on his face, and her chest was heaving, as she dug it out and slid it in the lock.

  Once they were inside, Sledge began ripping at her clothes, trying to get them off as quickly as he could. Daria chuckled. “Someone’s in a hurry,” she said, breathlessly.

  “Fuck yeah,” he whispered. “I need to know if the rest of you feels as good as your legs.” He pressed his mouth to her neck, and she reached up and threaded her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. Against her flesh he said, “I’m so fucking hard…you’re killing me.”

  “Really?” she breathed out. “What do you want to do to me, Sledge?”

  He steered her toward the bed as he talked. “I want to take these clothes off first of all.” He straightened up and pulled at her shirt, pulling it up until she lifted her arms and he had it off her. Her white satin bra pushed her breasts together, and he was compelled to lean down and run his tongue along the cleavage between them. She gasped and in a seductive voice she said:

  “And once the clothes are gone?”

  In a raspy voice whose sound was muffled by the way his face was pressed into her breasts he said, “I want to lick you until you come all over my face, first of all.” He felt her shiver. “I want to lick your nipples, suck on them, bite them…”

  “Fuck,” she said, breathlessly, as he reached around behind her and unhooked her bra. Her breasts were as perfect as he’d imagined they would be all of these years. He had her backed up against the bed, but he kept her standing with one arm around her waist as he bent down to suck a big, hard, round nipple into his mouth. He held it between his lips a
nd ran his tongue around the outside of it, playing with it, tasting her. He used the edges of his teeth to bite her lightly, causing her to shudder hard and grip the back of his head harder. When her nipple was nice and wet, and stimulated, he blew on it and watched her shudder again. “Fuck,” she said, again. Sledge paid attention to the other breast for a while before nudging her back onto the bed and pulling the little skirt off her.

  Her panties were white satin too and before he ripped them off, he ran his fingers between her legs and against her crotch, feeling how wet she was for him. He wiggled his fingers underneath the elastic and when he touched her soft flesh she moaned loudly…and then he took the panties between the fingers of both hands and pulled them down over her soft thighs and nicely sculpted knees and calves. He tossed them aside and then used his hands to spread her legs wide open and push her further up on the bed, and then he knelt in front of her and put his face down between her legs. He breathed in her aroused scent before taking a long lick of her lips. “Jesus, Sledge,” she whispered…and he did it again, and again, before finally plunging his tongue in between her folds and beginning to lick her all over in her most private, intimate places.

  Daria whimpered, moaned, and tossed all over the bed. Sledge had to hold her down with one hand while snaking his tongue up inside of her. He penetrated her over and over again, listening to her cry out his name, and to the sound of her voice getting more desperate each time, before he finally moved his face up higher and sucked her swollen, throbbing clit into his mouth. That was what put her over the edge. Her body came up off the bed and she all but screamed as she came. Sledge loved the feeling of warmth and the sweet taste of her as his face was suddenly covered with it. She was so fucking hot…and this was so fucking surreal. He’d just made Daria Ford come on his face. It was a day he thought would never come, and he was far from finished.

  14

  Daria cried out in pleasure when she came on Sledge’s face…and again when he sat up and looked at her, and slid two fingers into her pussy at the same time. He locked his big brown eyes into hers while he finger-fucked her, pushing them in, deep, and then pulling them out slowly at first. She was reaching for him, grasping for his hair or his shirt or something to hold onto, but he kept himself just out of her reach…driving her crazy with both pleasure and frustration at the same time. He reached up with his free hand and took hold of one of her breasts. He manipulated the flesh, rolled the nipple, pinched and pulled on it while increasing the pace of what his other fingers were doing to her. She felt like she was out of her mind. She’d lost all touch with time or space. On the one hand what he was doing to her felt so incredibly good. On the other hand, she was so overstimulated that it threatened to drive her insane. Then suddenly, and without warning, he curled his fingers and hit that spot, the one that would send her careening into another wild orgasm. She clawed at his arms as she came again, crying out his name and not even thinking about being in a public hotel where people might be able to hear them through the walls. If they weren’t having as much fun as she was…then fuck ’em.

  Sledge slowly pulled his fingers out as she looked up at him. He smiled down at her as he licked the taste of her off his fingers. “Feeling good?” he asked.

  “Fuck,” was all she could manage. He grinned again, and pulled off his shirt. The sight of all that manly flesh, colorful tattoos, and the rise and fall of the muscles that cut their way across his chest made her pussy clench once again and she felt more hot fluid leaking out. His hands went to his belt and she sat up… “Let me,” she said, pushing his hands out of the way. Sledge put his hands in her hair while she fumbled to get his belt open and his jeans unzipped. She could see the outline of his hard cock through them and before she pulled them down, she ran her fingers down it, feeling how thick he was. He groaned, and then as she began working the jeans down off his hips, he let out a long, impatient sigh. She got the pants down to his knees and left them there, going next for his shorts. The head of his thick cock was crowing over the top of them and when she pushed them down, it slapped against his stomach, bouncing and throbbing and making her mouth water. She leaned forward with his hands still in her hair and she licked the tip of it, licking off the fluid that had gathered there to tell a story of how badly he wanted her.

  She let her tongue slide around the head and then down the shaft before licking her way back up and opening her lips to take his head in between them. He was pulling her hair, wrapping it around his hands, as she began to suck on the tip. He let her play with him for a while, but at last, becoming so frustrated that he actually growled, he shoved her face downward, causing the rest of his cock to slide into her mouth and into the back of her throat. Daria choked on it, slightly, but that didn’t faze her. She brought her head up and then back down, holding him tightly between her lips and moving her tongue the entire time. He was definitely a mouthful and her pussy leaked again at the thought of what he was going to feel like, filling her up.

  She licked, sucked, and touched him, watching him close his eyes and let his head fall back. His lips were slightly parted, and his chest was heaving. He looked like he’d escaped to a whole other world, and she savored not only the taste and feel of him, but knowing that he was reveling in the feelings she was giving him. He let her play for a long time, sometimes getting into it wildly, and then slowing down again and just feeling the sensations.

  Finally, he pulled himself back with a grunt and took a step away from her. He was looking at her with a “where did you come from” look as he kicked off his boots and began to strip off his jeans and shorts. He pulled a condom out of the pocket of his jeans before tossing them aside, and she watched him open it and roll it on. He was huge, not so much long as thick. She loved that. She had a boyfriend once not long after high school, and she’d complained to her best friend at the time that fucking him was like masturbating with a pencil. She felt him hitting bottom each time, but his cock was so skinny that it slipped in and out without her hardly knowing he was there. She looked at Sledge’s again…she was definitely going to know he was there…and she got a feeling that she was going to hate to see him go afterwards.

  Once Sledge had the condom in place, he joined her on the bed, keeping most of his weight off her, but still hovering over her…so close that she could see, hear, and feel how excited he was. She thought he was going to enter her right away, but he was still stalling…making it last. He lowered his mouth to her breasts and began a long, slow assault of them, caressing, licking, sucking, nibbling, pinching…leaving her scorching hot and soaking wet and begging him to fuck her.

  “Please, Sledge…”

  “Please what, Daria? Say it.”

  “Fuck me,” she breathed out. “Put that big cock inside of me.”

  He groaned and reached down between them, rubbing her up and down with his fingers. “So wet,” he sighed.

  “So horny,” she said. “Please fuck me.” She felt the head of his cock run up and down the length of her pussy, teasing her. She arched her back and spread her legs wider, once again breathing out an almost pathetic “Please.”

  He pressed the thick head against her opening and her eyes widened as he let just the head slip inside. He moved his hips, but only slightly, letting the head of his cock open her up before he began to slowly slide in the shaft. He gave her an inch, stretching her open slowly. Then another inch…and another. Before long, he was buried inside of her and she’d never felt so full. He started to pull back, but she reached up and grabbed him, holding onto his back and pushing down. He smiled and moved his hips around in a circular motion again. There wasn’t a spot along the tight walls of her pussy that she didn’t feel him. That sent little tingles all the way up to her core and then out through the nerve pathways in her body until she could feel him everywhere.

  He started sliding in and out of her, slowly at first, only picking up his pace when she reached up and pulled him down to her mouth. The kiss was as scorching hot as everything else they�
�d done to each other. She sucked at his tongue, licked his lips, and forgot how to breathe while he fucked her…hard and fast. She couldn’t believe it, but she was ready to come again. Her fingers kneaded the flesh on his shoulders, only digging in at the last minute, just before the waves of her third orgasm slammed into her and sent her spiraling to a place that she’d never been before. Multiple orgasms were a fantasy…something she wrote about in her books…but Sledge had made them a reality, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever be satisfied like this again.

  As soon as she worked through the orgasm with a lot of cursing and panting and saying his name, Sledge flipped them both over so that she was on top. He put his big hands on her butt and used his hold on her to slide her up and down on his still rock-hard, throbbing cock. His hips flexed up and down and Daria moved hers back and forth. She looked down at his face. He had his eyes closed again and his head tipped back as far as he could into the bed. The veins on his neck and his muscular arms stood up at attention and when she looked down at where they were joined and watched him slip in and out of her, she almost came again.

  Sledge let go of one side of her butt and reached up to take one of her breasts in his hand. He massaged, caressed, and squeezed in time to what his other hand was doing to her cheek. She rode him, but at the same time he was pounding into her. He was definitely not a lazy lover. He was skilled in the art of making a woman feel good all over…but she didn’t want to think about who had schooled him. She closed her eyes and bounced up and down on him, once again wishing she could go back in time and be his first. She kept her eyes closed until she felt him clamp down harder on the flesh he was holding. His face was contorted into something that almost looked like pain and his body was beginning to stiffen up. Everything got harder and then suddenly with a huge gasp and shudder, she felt the condom he was wearing get bigger, and warmer and she felt his body begin to shake and quiver and then best of all, as she collapsed down on top of him, she heard him say her name.